She had seven kids, and many many grandkids and not too few great-grandkids. She loved coffee, books, and longed to have the ability to grow plants (and inevitably drowned them). She taught me to sing while cleaning. She was indomitable and amazing. She taught me to help those in trouble. Her days centered on taking care of everyone else. 

In the last few years, her health waned, and she struggled to cope with it. In the end, pancreatic cancer stole her away. I was going to see her this weekend. Now I’m going to go to say goodbye.